This was supposed to be about my reunion

In high school I was never one to have “school spirit.” I was never the type to yell from the top of my lungs during our football games.

As far as after school activities, the most I was involved was lifting weights after class.

I didn’t hang out with many of my friends and or acquaintances after school was out.

I was never a straight A student or star athlete.

In ten years, I haven’t talked to more than ten people that I graduated with.

That didn’t stop me from attending my ten year reunion a couple of weeks ago.

It was a long 1300 mile car ride to my parents’ house. Luckily we left early enough in the morning that we didn’t have to drive through Wisconsin at 3 a.m.

Let’s go back to last October, when we took our first trip and were indeed driving through the land of expensive cheese.

As soon as we passed the Minnesota-Wisconsin state line, things got spooky… Real spooky.

First of all, throughout the whole state we drove through super thick fog. Secondly I started hallucinating. Most of these hallucinations included woodland creatures. Only one of which looked like a ghost.

This year’s trip was a lot better because we were out of that state by around midnight.

Once we got to my parents’ house around one that morning, I thought that my parents would keep sleeping, but instead they rose from their slumber and PJ put on quite the show.

I have no idea if it was because he was tired or because his schedule was just drastically changed but he warmed up to my mom and dad pretty quick. (Though he did not want to cuddle his grandma.)

His interactions with his grandfather were priceless. It all started with a new nickname. “Bam-Bam.” Apparently my dad thought PJ’s stature resembled the strong child of Barney and Betty Ruble from the Flintstones.

PJ just loved the sound BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! He laughed hard every time my father entered the room.

He also learned a new word. CAT! He was smart enough to figure that when my mom would call her beloved cat Mocha that he was going to see a kitty.

PJ loves all animals… And to those uneducated minds that think all pit bulls are “vicious,” if you saw PJ’s interactions my the family Pit-boxer mix Butch, you would’ve though Butch was another cat.

Sometimes I’m convinced my boy has no fear. At an even younger age he walked right up to Nolan, the Voegel Superpup. Even at ten years old I was afraid of dogs, especially large dogs.

The funniest memory from the trip had to have been when my mom tried to take one French fry from PJ… apparently, you have to do it when he isn’t looking because if he sees you he will start a scene.

Hmmm.. I got off the topic of my high school reunion. Let’s continue that thought another time.